"Wendy..?" Stan would approach the wolf-turned teenager cautiously, he needed to look straight into her eyes for her to become normal and in-control of her actions again, though he wasn't sure how yet.
"Grunkle Stan! Grab her shoulders and force her to look at you!" The second half of the Mystery Twins, Mabel, shouted from across the lawn. She was safe in the little pool that they added for her, since water could also snap Wendy out of being feral, but she didn't know that Gargoyles could as well.
"Got her!" He'd grab her shoulders, turning her head so she looked him straight in the pupil less, yellow orbs that people call eyes. She'd stop struggling almost immediately, and he'd let go of her shoulders.
"Thanks Mister Pines, that's much better." Wendy would look down, yelping when she saw the sheer amount of blood that covered her. "Waitttt, who's blood is this? I really hope it was some rodent we could live without, like a rat or something.
"We haven't quite figured that out yet." Mabel would shout from the pool, placing her elbows on the rim. "Huh?" She'd turn her head, looking at a patch of grass. "Sorry to say, but that's way too much blood to be a rodent."
"Okay, maybe like a large-ish bird?" Stan would walk over, Wendy close behind.
"Yeah, maybe a large-ish bird, but that wouldn't make sense either. There's a bunch of fur." Mabel would point to the fur at the corner of the little blood-filled patch. "This blood forms a trail! I'm not going to follow it, but you guys can!" She'd point to the bloody skid marks.
"Oh. Thanks Mabel!" Wendy would nearly yell as she raced beside the skid marks. "Why the golf cart… Oh my gosh." Wendy would gasp loudly, letting out a choked noise as Stan came up to her.
"What is it Wendy? Did you find- Oh. Dipper!" He'd run to the small, shivering form of the cervitar, gently scooping him in his arms. "He lost a lot of blood… We should go back to Mabel. Wendy..?"
"I-I did that to him. I didn't even k-know that I would hurt o-one of my best friends…" She'd point to the blood-covered form of Dipper, and then she'd notice the scratch over his eye. "He might even be half blind after this…" She'd lower her head, obviously horrified at what she'd done.
"C'mon, we should at least try to help him." He'd lightly nudge Wendy, and she'd follow behind, dragging her feet.